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Monthly Archives: August 2013

Yeah, I know. This isn’t an Earth-shattering revelation or anything. I don’t know anyone who has ever said “I LOVE moving! Weee!” But still. It’s really not a fun time. It’s not even a “meh” time. It really blows.

I’m moving out of my apartment this week and it feels like I will never be finished packing shit up. It probably doesn’t help that I’ve been packing while I consume all episodes of Orange is the New Black like an addict, but still. I keep finding another corner or cabinet with stuff in it. “Shit, I was using this cabinet above the stove? What’s even in here? Oh a bundt pan. Yes. Yes I may want to make a bundt someday. I’d better pack this.”

I have eight million boxes it feels like. My apartment has turned into some kind of really complex maze. And six million of those boxes are all labeled kitchen. I don’t know how that happened. My kitchen isn’t that big. This makes me fearful of the amount of stuff I could fit into a normal sized kitchen. The amount of stuff I could store and never use (bundt pans, so many bundt pans!).

And really, the best, most fun part of this move hasn’t even happened yet. The part where I get to somehow fit all of my accumulated Thing I Absolutely Need into my childhood bedroom. Should be exciting!

Now that I don’t technically have a job, you’d think I would have found myself with lots of free time on my hands. This has not been the case.

Guys. Being unemployed is hard work. At this point, I’m really only referring to is as “funemployment” to convince myself.

I still bring my laptop home every night and check my email obsessively. So I can forward my emails on to the person they gave my job to. (Side note: is this legal? Or ethical? To give my job to someone else without telling me why?)

Where am I bringing my laptop home from, you may be wondering. The office. That’s where. Because I still come in for at least an hour or two every day to chat with people and try to network and see if I can find myself another job at the company.

So far it’s not working.

When I am at home, I am frantically packing up my apartment to prepare to move back in with my mother on Friday. Which is not thrilling, to say the least. I know I am very fortunate to be able to do this, and the timing is working out perfectly, but my original plan for moving in there was to shovel money into savings while I house hunt. Now I am living there because I can’t afford to live on my own. My dreams of being a homeowner have been delayed indefinitely.

All in all, life is feeling pretty depressing at the moment. I’d just like to fast-forward to a time in the future when everything is sorted out and I am looking back on this period and saying “I’m so glad THAT’S over! Things really worked out for the better!”

I have this tattooed on the inside of my wrist because as a self proclaimed control freak, going with the flow can sometimes be hard for me.

Che sara, sara. What will be, will be. Everything will be okay.

I’ve been glancing at my wrist a lot this week. This has been one of craziest, scariest, most surreal weeks of my life.

On Monday, I found out the position I currently hold at my company has been eliminated, thus leaving me jobless.

There have been whispers and rumors and all kinds of speculation that something was going down at work, but I don’t think any of us thought it was going to be quite so drastic.There’s a lot of background and details surrounding this event, but I’m not going to get into them. Suffice it to say that as of August 30th I am no longer employed by my company and for the next week and a half all I am supposed to do is forward emails. Which I can do from my couch.

My initial reaction to this news was “Fuck me.” Which was immediately followed by “Funemployment!” So basically I have been on a complete roller coaster of emotion this week ranging from “my life is the worst” to “this is awesome”. As a weird coincidence, my BFF H also lost her job last week, so at the very least I am in good company.

I’m not sure how things will pan out. My brain is going in a thousand different directions as I try to figure out what my best option is.

On the plus side, I now have plenty of time to blog and I’m sure this experience will result in lots of blog fodder, so stay tuned.

Yes, the rumors are true. I’m going camping. For THREE WHOLE NIGHTS. My death is likely imminent. Just add a very healthy amount of dirt and bug spray to all of the above and that is pretty much how my trip is going to look. I’ll be back next weekend with stories galore, I’m sure, as well as a recap of my July. (HInt: it was rad.)